Tell the Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt
Coming-of-age turns terribly sad and surreptitiously disturbing. Kaleidoscope of grief.
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A word about Robert Bruno
I met Bob Bruno in NYC in the 80s. We were both waiting in line to get in somewhere when I noticed him a few feet ahead of me. I went up to him and said, “You’re the handsomest man I’ve ever seen and if I’m going to wait in this line, I’m going to do it with you.” We became friends and whenever I saw him he was impeccably dressed. He was erudite and kind and successful in his corner of publishing. I was heartbroken to learn that he had AIDS. It was a death sentence then and took its toll quickly. If you’ve never lost someone to this disease, you can’t begin to imagine the terrible suffering it inflicts. When I visited him in the hospital, I couldn’t hug him because anything touching his skin would hurt. The only positive was that frequent hallucinations were taking him someplace lovely in Italy. I could do nothing for him except vow that he would live forever in my heart. His name was Bob Bruno. He lived.
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